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i keep checking to see if it's not may 16th. i have an appointment on may 16th with fred. 10am. you'll remind me, diary. that's tomorrow.

uggggggh. my eyes will not stop watering! this is a new symptom. it's like burning crying or something. i'm crying acid! ooh, i feel a teen angst poem startin'....

acid tears
you turn the tap
they fall
burning
i can't stop this flow
acid tears
like a slap
they call
hurting
when will i know?

written during the 3-hour break up with my boyfriend, and waiting for my college acceptances to arrive. while watching "charmed"

ahh that's better.

so boogie is gone. 'twas far too short a visit. she brought her boots, THE boots. and picked up all manner of local men. we were discussing this last night, over monday eve drinks. it's the "not-from-around-here" aura that radiates, as well as the way she was taking everything in...certainly not from around here. friendly eyes, cherub cheeks (alas, we're a cursed bunch), and a vintage bombshell figure so unlike the local pipecleaners-carrying-cell phones. yep. THAT's what does it, baby.

and last night, after i said goodbye, i felt even more puffy than the usual womanly bloatation that i experience, and yep, this morning, my disappearing eyes told me that for my birthday, i would be given a sinus infection or affliction of some sort. YAY ME.

and the eyes, they're watering. and crying seems to clean them out. and writing teen angst poems just seems like the next step of this evolution.